Like a procession you walk together towards your god-self.

“What is fear of need but need itself?”

“ليت لي ألف عين ترى كل ما يعرضه علي الوجود منن عجائبه وطرائفه ، وليتني أبقى تائق…”

“When love beckons to you follow him, though his ways are hard and steep. And wh…”

“You give but little when you give of your possessions.”